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Chapter 4

Tyler's POV

Nothing else really happened on vacation and before I knew it we were home. As soon as I got back though Mom and Dad got busy unpacking and all of that stuff. So I had to read Chloe a bedtime story in her room.

"Read me this!" said Chloe. She handed me a big book she got from the library and snuggled up under the covers. I sat next to her and began to flip through the book.

"So which story do you want to hear about?" I asked. She shrugged and I listed out possibilities for our story. "There's The Real Sword in the Stone, Every Time the World is at War, The Creepy Lady, The Dog Who Can Talk, When..." I stopped and turned back to the story about the talking dog.

Chloe said, "I think you should read that one."

I did, "One day a dog with the gift of speech shall be born. He shall give the world a better understanding of dogs and love. When the world finds out his gift he will show them dogs are more capable of certain things than people believe. He will quickly learn how to read and write and will have his heart captured by his owner."

"Then what?" asked Chloe.

"That's it," I said, "It moves onto the next story."

"Should we tell Avery and Stan?"

I began to think really hard, "Telling Avery would be pointless since she doesn't believe these stories are real. I think we should wait and let Stan know later, " I was getting a headache from all of the thinking, "Just let me think about how we're going to approach him."

"If you're going to be thinking all night you might want to get some aspirin."

Stan's POV

I was laying on my doggie bed while Avery was laying in her bed. It was very dark in her room and crickets could be heard chirping outside. Instead of sleeping we'd chat about random things.

We were talking about rubber duckies when out of nowhere Avery said, "What's wrong Stan?"

"What makes you think something's wrong?"

"There seems to be something troubling you. So what's wrong?"

I sighed, "Have you ever had a dream where you were born?"

She shook her head, "No, but sadly my mother had it recorded." I told her everything that happened, the alley, my mother, me crying like a human, "It was only a dream, Stan. You told me yourself that your mother gave birth to seven pups under a house and then tore up a squirrel a few minutes later."

"That's at least what my first owner told me. I could only go by his word since I was blind, deaf, and I don't even remember my family." I sighed, "Either my dream is nothing more than a nightmare or he lied to me."

"What happened to him?" she asked.

"I don't know. He gave me away to a good friend of his and I never saw him again."

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine. I never bonded with him well anyway."

"So you can't remember her at all? Do you think you'd recognize her if you saw her?"

I pondered her last question for a moment, "I could if she's exactly like she is in my dreams, but if not I might recognize her by her scent. I can't remember what she smelled like, but maybe if I could smell her it'd jog my memory."

Avery nodded, "I understand." She must have sensed I wanted to change the subject, "What do I smell like?"

"You have the basic human scent with a mix of a new backpack, apples, daisies, and my favorite part... bacon!"

She laughed, "Really? I smell like bacon?" Before I could answer we heard foot steps and we both pretended to be asleep. The door opened and I could smell Ellen, and the door closed after a few moments. That was our cue that our conversation had to end, "Goodnight Stan."

"Night Avery." She seemed to fall asleep right away, and a few minutes later I did too.

The next day I was sitting on the couch waiting for Chloe to come down. I knew it was only a matter of time before she'd want to play pretend. She did come down and Tyler was right behind her.

"So what are we playing today?" I asked. I was surprised that Tyler was still with her as if he was going to join us.

"It depends," she said, "Do you want to be the good guy or the bad guy?"

I knew Chloe preferred to be the good guy, "I'll be the bad guy." Tyler took out a little table and a couple of chairs and set it up so a little chair was on one side of the table and the other across from it. I sat in one chair while Chloe sat in the other. Tyler stood behind Chloe, leaning against the wall.

"I'm a detective and you're the prime suspect. I had managed to catch you and now you're being interrogated," explained Chloe.

"Okay sounds fun."

Chloe cleared her throat and got into character, "Where are you hiding the jewels?!"

"I'll never talk!" I replied, "I won't let you ruin my evil plans!"

"You might as well tell us now and maybe we can bring down your jail time to 6 months."

We continued to talk back and forth like this until Tyler spoke, "I think I'll take it from here Detective." She remained seated as Tyler moved to stand next to her. "Alright Stan, tell me what you look for in girls."

"Save your breath for... Wait, what?"

"I asked what do you look for in girls." To me, that didn't sound like a question a prime suspect would be asked.

"Why do you need to know?" I asked.

Chloe exclaimed, "So we can track down your girlfriend and find the jewels!"

"We're being serious now Chloe. So Stan, what do you look for in girls?"

I had no clue where this was going, "As you know I'm a sucker for poodles."

Tyler replied, "Why do you like poodles?"

"Poodles are very pretty."

This didn't seem to satisfy Tyler, "What else?"

"Well... poodles tend to also be smart and sophisticated." The kids looked at each other.

"Smart and sophisticated, huh?" said Tyler.

After a few moments of silence I spoke, "Alright what exactly are you..."

"How do you feel about Dustin?" Chloe interrupted.

I wasn't in the mood to talk about him, "He's... okay I guess."

"You're not jealous?" asked Tyler.

"Of course not!" I snapped. There were times where I'd admit to myself I was, but I'd never let anyone know that. Especially during the times when I wouldn't admit it to myself, and right now was one of those times.

Thankfully Avery came in, followed by Ellen. They seemed to be talking about going to the park to meet Nikki.

"Here's the money I owe her for taking care of Stan," said Ellen.

"Okay," she held out her hand, "What do I smell like?"

Ellen seemed a bit taken aback by the question and hesitantly sniffed her hand, "You smell like you. Why?"

"Just curious."

As she head out the door Tyler came after her totally forgetting about my interrogation, "Wait for me, I want to see Nikki!"

Once Ellen left the room Chloe and I continued our game where we left off. I think I prefer to be asked why I stole diamonds instead of if I'm jealous of Dustin.

I went to the Dog with a Blog menu on and saw that Stan described poodles as smart and sophisticated in a poll. Now who does that remind you of? ;)